The worst thing I could do was let her make me into the enemy.

It was too late; she'd already made me into the enemy.

The King's party were cutting their way right into the enemy.

Giving into the enemy did not seem to be an option for him.

You have to know which end to poke into the enemy.

Then it turned into me and the enemy popping our heads up to get a shot or two in.

He can also transform himself into enemies and use their special moves.

Everything had seemed simple then with the world neatly divided into friends and enemies.

Our position was such that we might bump into the enemy in the fog at any moment.

A regiment of them would have struck fear into the enemy.